The melody of your soul
Air compressed into spaces
Releasing sound to my ears
Tears adrift on an ocean of bliss
Mistakes transformed into experience
Tsunami of feeling fizzling onto
The vast flat land; remembering
The past.
The gull flies above everything
A cup of tea looses heat
In its vaporous steam
Like the train hissing or
Thoughts fading in your brain
Or children running down sand dunes
Your face in a Victorian looing glass
Glances back at you
Wondering at what point the wrinkles will deepen
The creases will form
Your world born
Yes tea without milk is a healthier option
The dairy an emblem of excessive consumption
But I’m a hypocrite ‘cause I’m not vegan
And my name’s Jenny it's not quite Meagan
A patchwork quilt of life sewn
By human hands and red thread in lovers’ beds
Without reason
With passion and love from your mother’s bosom.